What do I say here? The same things I always say, I suppose.

I love playing with you. I love your writing, and your patience, and your willingness to go along with my sometimes odd ideas, and the way you put up with me. I love that you listen to me gripe, and that when I ask for an ego boost you just do it. (That’s why I don’t ask much.)

I love your muse, and his smart tongue. I love our OTP, and the way you understand my writing.

Most of all, I’m glad we’re friends.